Update, 26/7: Vivian, Musk’s estranged daughter, has given an interview to NBC: “if you’re going to lie about me, like, blatantly to an audience of millions, I’m not just gonna let that slide.” 

Elon Musk has given an appalling interview to the appalling Jordan Peterson in which he demonises and deadnames his trans daughter, claiming that she is the reason he’s become a far right nutcase. I’m paraphrasing, but only slightly. It’s nonsense, of course: Musk, who grew up the rich son of a racist family in apartheid-era South Africa, and whose factories are famously cesspools of racism, was right wing long before he had children.

I didn’t catch the name of the author but a post I saw earlier today made me laugh because it was both funny and accurate: a significant part of right-wing ideology can be summarised by two phrases, “my wife left me” and “my kids don’t talk to me.” Musk ticks both boxes: not only is he estranged from his trans daughter, but his long-term partner dumped him for a trans woman.

I don’t doubt that his daughter’s very public estrangement – she made it clear in her court documents that she did not want to be associated with him in any way whatsoever – and his equally public break-up made him angry towards trans people and trans women in particular; spending billions of dollars on Twitter to turn it into an anti-trans hate machine is not a choice made with a cool head.

Musk’s ongoing, obsessive campaign of revenge – a campaign that threatens not just the safety of trans people but all marginalised people – is one of the most expensive and destructive temper tantrums in human history, and it is all about rage. It’s the rage of a parent whose child won’t do what they’re told, the fury of a patriarch denied the obedience they demand.

By choosing to exercise her own independence and her own bodily autonomy, Musk’s daughter did the one thing he can’t abide, let alone forgive.

She said no.

No to the path Musk mapped out for her.

No to the life Musk decided she should live.

No to the body Musk wanted her to have.

No to being property instead of a person.

Like so many weak and furious men before him, Musk’s impotent rage has sent him straight into the arms of the far right. He no longer flirts with fascism; he’s in bed with it.

Transphobia is often fascism’s nursery slope, its training wheels, the shallow end of its swimming pool. It’s the bigotry you begin with, the intolerance it’s generally okay to express – and when you get even the gentlest pushback for it, which of course you will, that’s when the real radicalisation begins. The far right does what it accuses its enemies of: it grooms you and builds an echo chamber around you and radicalises you ever further.

The appeal of the far right to weak, angry men like Musk isn’t hard to understand: it tells you that nothing is ever your fault. It’s a fantasy of victimhood, of DARVO – deny, accuse, reverse victim and offender. It enables the most powerful people in the world to claim oppression by the least powerful and turns that power against the powerless, all the while chanting the abuser’s anthem: look what you made me do.